The Diary Of A Superfluous Man And Other Stories; Fathers And Children

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... 1 The Tauris Garden, part of which is open to the public in summer, lies in a good residential quarter of the town, attached to the Tauris Palace. The latter was built in 1793 by the Empress Katharine II. for Prince Patyrtmkin, after his conquest of the Crimea. It was sooa bought back, at Patyomkin's death, by the Crown.--Translator. but the year '48 arrived at this juncture willy-nilly, he returned to the country, and after a rather prolonged season of inactivity he undertook agricultural reforms. In the year 1855, he took his son to the university: he spent three winters with him in Petersburg, going out hardly at all, and endeavouring to strike up acquaintance with Arkady's youthful comrades. He was unable to come for the last winter,--and here we behold him, in May of the year 1859, already completely grey, plump, and rather stooping: he is awaiting his son, who, like himself in years gone by, has graduated with the degree of candidate. The servant, out of a sense of decorum, and possibly also because he did not wish to remain under his master's eye, stepped under the gatearch and lighted his pipe. Nikolai Petrovitch hung his head, and began to stare at the decrepit steps of the porch; a large, piebald chicken stalked pompously past him, with a sturdy thud of its big, yellow feet; a bespattered cat stared at him in hostile wise, as she crouched primly on the railing. The sun was burning hot: from the halfdark anteroom of the posting-station an odour of warm rye bread was wafted. Our Nikolai Petrovitch fell into a reverie: " Son... candidate.... Arkasha...." kept incessantly circling through his brain; he made an effort to think of something else, and again reverted to the same thoughts. He called to mind his dead wife...." She did...